My husband was waiting for me when I came home from a night out with friends. The second I stepped into the living room, I saw him. I could also tell from the bulge in his pants that his cock was already hard, and that’s when I knew I was in for it.

“Bottom in the air,” he demanded as I set down my purse.

A shiver coursed through me as I stood before him in my faded jeans and formfitting sweater. I opened my mouth to respond, and Ken said, “Now!”

I shut my mouth and leaned forward, placing my hands on the seat of a nearby desk chair. My ass was up, and my forearms trembled.

“Were you a good girl while you were out?” he asked.

I smirked, playing along, and assured him, “Of course.”

“Only three drinks?” he asked.